Episode 9 - Time To Go

—Ey up, Bob. 

—Alright, Joe. 

—Dunno if we’ve got time to talk about writing an’ that today. 

—Why’s that, mate? 

—I gotta go and see the doc. 

—‘Ave yer? What’s up then? A bad case of grumpyitus? 

—Fuck off. 

—See? 

—Nah, me guts. They’re like I’ve got a knackered turbine in there. 

—Jeez, yer ain’t gonna fart are yer? I remember the last time—

—Bollocks. Mind you, talking of bad smells...

—Oh yeah? 

—There’s one lingering around No. 10 ain’t there? 

—Starmer? 

—Yeah, he’s like a fuckin’ bad smell. 

—Well, ‘e’ll ‘ave to go soon, I reckon. Too many of his MPs—

—Nah, they’re all too Lilly-livered. None of ‘em ‘ave put a challenge in. 

—Would yer wanna lead that bag o’ shite at the moment? 

—Ah, yer have a point. 

—So, what d’yer think is wrong with the guts?

—Dunno mate. 

—D’yer just need a good shit? 

—Hey! Gentlemen? Mind the shit talk. There’s ladies and children in ‘ere! 

—Ah yes, sorry Brenda. 

—Yeah, I’ll remind him for yer Bren. 

—Fuck off, you. 

—Language, now. Mind yer language. See that, Bren. I told him. 

—Coffee on the ‘ouse for Joe! 

—Brilliant, thanks Brenda.

—Harsh, that. It was you going on about yer dodgy guts. 

—Ah, but I said they were dodgy and left it. You had to get rude about it. 

—Joe? Come and get yer coffee, mate! 

—Brill! On my way, Bren.

—S’pose I ‘ave to pay fer mine—

—I made you one as well, Bob. So no moaning. 

—Brill. Thanks, Bren!